Waiting.

Tonight while reading my devotional, I came across a piece of paper stuck into my Bible with this written on it:

Nothing in my life feels right. I'm stuck in a really bad period of waiting, and I have no idea if or when it will end. For one, I don't know what I'm supposed to do with my life when I graduate. I spent the last five years pushing towards one goal: graduation. But what now? I thought God had called me specifically to Psychology with a purpose- to be a pain management counselor, but once I walk across the stage, I don't know which path will lead me there. And now other things have come up- like being married, Kyle's job, and the inability to afford more education. I need a master's, but in what? I need to pick a school, but where? I need a job, but who would hire someone in such poor physical health? I'm lost. Did I make a wrong turn somewhere? Did He ever say anything? I hate this time in my life. I hate not having a plan. I hate waiting for an answer when the deadline is right around the corner.

I wrote that nearly three years ago now, but I could have written it yesterday. Apparently I did take a wrong turn somewhere, and now I'm afraid I'll be stuck here forever. I certainly haven't had any indication to believe otherwise.

"I lie in the dust, completely discouraged; revive me by your word." - Psalm 119:25